Like the rest of the structures scattered across the cavernous dome, it was designed in High Streamline Moderne style, which happened to be the Colone...'s favourite style architecturally speaking. Mike felt it hearkened back to an era of sophistication, something sorely needed to offset the utilitarian nature of the basic design of the basic colony, which tended to resemble a large-scale, futuristic trailer park and make everyone look and behave like George Jetson-era trailer trash. Until that. His thumb rubbed across a scratch on my forehead and his brow furrowed. ‘What happened to you?’ he asked as he touched my cheek with his fingertips. I grabbed both of his large hands in my own small ones, and out fingers intertwined. ‘Nothing happened,’ I lied, and put his right hand against my cheek. He frowned and grabbed my chin, turning my downcast gaze up to his face. ‘Really,’ I insisted. ‘Nothing happened Will.’ ‘Jaina, you know I don’t like it when you lie to me,’ Will said, looking. Danielle just turned 19, was about 5’4” with nice full curves, and had a very fit, tan body, except around her chest and bottom bikini area, in which she was pale white. She feared ever showing any skin, usually being the prudish type.Danielle was getting dressed for her first day as a counselor at her local summer camp. She put on a pair of black classic brief panties and a matching bra. Finally was her uniform, which was a small white baby-t and tight black shorts that when she finally got. "Now go into your room, there you'll find your makeup and cloths - don't worry, they are laundered."He pointed on a closed door and sat down in the living room, my heart raced as I drew closer to "my room". The time had come when I could finish my transformation and finally receive my first dick.I entered the room and found it to be full of mirrors. There was a bed, a closet and a dresser - and mirrors everywhere so I could see my work. I rubbed my hands in anticipation, stripped nude, my body.